My head's in heaven, my soles are in hellLet's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

Hurry, hurryYou put my head in such a flurry, flurryOh freckle, freckleWhat makes you so special?What makes you so special?I'm gonna leave youI'm gonna teach youHow we're all aloneHow we're all alone

How we're all alone

Hurry, hurryYou put my head in such a flurry, flurryOh freckle, freckleWhat makes you so special?What makes you so special?I'm gonna leave youI'm gonna teach youHow we're all aloneHow we're all alone

MamaIf we don't take the medicationWe won't sleep for daysWe won't sleep for daysMamaIf we pray to the lordDoes he sing on a stage?Does he sing on a stage?We waste it all in the back of a long dark carAnd I'm a sunshine machineI want to get stuckI want to get stuckAnd be golden in your memory

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